I breathed out slowly. “Yes. Three of them, Alden, Draven and Selene. They have shared the den with me for many cycles. I want formal notice delivered after I leave the territory and must go back to the pack.”
She hesitated. “Are there any binding agreements?”
“No,” I replied without emotion. “They stayed without offering moon-credits. It was never meant to be lasting.”
The manor had been gifted by my Alpha parents when I first entered the Lunar Academy. A quiet stone dwelling meant for one wolf became a shared den when Alden and Draven followed me into Mooncrown. Selene joined one cycle later, after my parents took her into our bloodline. I had begged for independence, for the chance to live freely, away from the shadow of Obsidian Fang Pack duties and clan power.
They warned me. They feared I would be hurt. But I had been blinded by love for Alden, by loyalty to Draven, by the dream of a chosen pack that would never break.
Back then, nothing mattered more than being together beneath the same roof.
Now, everything I built had fallen apart.
“I want an account prepared,” I added to the pack steward. “All unpaid shelter dues for the last four cycles. Written clearly. If they cannot pay, begin removal rites.”
“Understood,” she answered. “The parchments will be handled quietly and the manor will be opened to buyers.”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
I ended our conversation and activated another rune on my crystal communicator, contacting my pack steward.
“I want all my belongings traded,” I said. “Furnishings. Tools. Everything is still inside.”
“Everything on it?” he asked.
“Yes. I will take nothing.”
The connection ended, yet I remained standing.
I looked around the manor, my manor, for the final time. The air felt still, heavy, as if the walls themselves knew I was leaving. The place that once echoed with laughter now held only quiet.
I walked through the common hall slowly, my fingers brushing the stone bench where we once gathered during feast nights. The worn mark where Selene always sat was still there. So was the cracked table edge Draven caused when he stumbled after training. Even the crystal image on the wall, our first cycle together after the Academy, still reflected smiling wolves I no longer recognized.